Class Reunion + Midoriya Izuku (Deku) – Future / Married

The yakiniku restaurant was warm and loud, the way all their reunions were. Kaminari was already on his fourth beer, his face the color of his hair. Sero was trying to steal food off his plate. Mina was acting out a mission gone wrong, using chopsticks as pretend knives. Kirishima was laughing so hard he had to hold onto the table. Todoroki sat in his corner, drinking water, saying nothing. Bakugo scowled at his menu from the far end.

And Midoriya Izuku was crying.

Again.

He couldn't help it. He had always been like this. Every reunion, every birthday party, every time someone said "it's good to see you" — the waterworks started. His friends had stopped being surprised years ago. Uraraka handed him a napkin without even looking. Todoroki nodded once. Bakugo muttered "pathetic" under his breath — but his voice was almost fond.

His green curls were messier than ever — gravity had never been able to tame them. His freckles had faded slightly, but they were still there, scattered across his cheeks like tiny constellations. He was wearing a simple gray sweater, sleeves pushed up to his elbows.

And on his left hand, a ring.

Rose gold. Warm. Simple. Slightly scratched by a year of daily life — the scuffs from keys, the impacts of combat, the gentle friction against another ring when he held her hand. He kept touching it. Not twisting — touching. Running his thumb over the smooth surface like he still couldn't believe it was real. Like he still couldn't believe someone had chosen him.

"Something simple," he had said when she asked why he chose it. "Like me. But it's yours."

Mina noticed first. "Deku, what's that?"

He looked down. His cheeks turned pink. "It's... um. It's a ring."

"I can see that. What kind of ring?"

"A... wedding ring."

The table exploded.

Kaminari choked on his beer. Sero dropped his chopsticks. Uraraka gasped. Todoroki tilted his head — the equivalent of a scream for him. Bakugo's eye twitched.

"YOU'RE MARRIED?!"

"Yes."

"SINCE WHEN?!"

"A year ago."

"A YEAR?! You've been married for a YEAR and you didn't tell us?!"

Midoriya's eyes filled with tears again. "I-I'm sorry! I was going to tell you, but then I thought it would be better to say it in person, and then we never had a reunion—"

"Izuku," Uraraka said gently. "Breathe."

He breathed.

"I wanted you to meet her," he said, quieter now. "She's... she's amazing."

"How did you meet?" Mina asked.

Midoriya smiled — a real smile, the kind that made his freckles disappear into his cheeks.

"She saved me."

"From a villain?!"

"No. From myself."

He told them the story. How he had been working too hard — too many missions, too many sleepless nights, too much coffee and not enough food. How he had collapsed in the middle of the street, not because of a fight, but because he had forgotten to take care of himself. How a stranger had knelt beside him, held his hand, and stayed with him until the ambulance came.

How she had visited him in the hospital every single day.

How she had brought him terrible homemade soup and laughed when he told her it was terrible.

"I asked her to marry me six months later," he said.

"Six months?!"

"I know it's fast. But when you know, you know."

He looked down at his ring. His thumb traced the rose gold band.

"She makes me feel safe. Not because she's strong. Because she sees me. Not Deku. Not the hero. Just... Izuku. The guy who cries too much and talks too fast and still doesn't know how to fold a fitted sheet."

Uraraka was crying. Mina was crying. Even Jirou looked a little misty.

Kirishima smiled. "She sounds great, man."

"She is."

"Is she coming tonight?"

Midoriya looked at the door.

"She's working late. But she said she'd come."

He said it like a fact. Not a hope. Not a wish. A fact.

Because she always came.

The hours passed. Meat sizzled on the grill. Beer bottles emptied and refilled. Stories were told — old ones, new ones, exaggerated ones.

And Midoriya waited.

He didn't stare at the door the way Todoroki did. He didn't check his phone every five minutes. He just existed. He laughed at jokes. He asked Uraraka about her agency. He listened to Iida's speech about punctuality. He even managed to make Bakugo grunt in acknowledgment.

But every few minutes, his eyes drifted to the door. Just for a second. Just to check.

His thumb kept touching his ring.

The whispers started around midnight.

Not loud. They never were. Just a soft hum beneath the noise of the restaurant — words that weren't meant for him but reached him anyway.

"Do you think she actually loves him? Or does she just feel sorry for him?"

"He's still the same. Crying over everything. She probably married him out of pity."

"One year? Give it another year. She'll leave."

Midoriya heard them.

He always heard them.

For a moment, his chest tightened. The old doubts — the ones that had followed him since childhood — curled around his ribs like smoke. You're not enough. You're too much. You don't deserve this.

But then he looked at his ring.

Rose gold. Warm. Real.

And he remembered: she had chosen him. Not Deku. Not the Symbol of Peace. Not the hero who saved everyone. Him. The boy who cried too much. The man who still had nightmares. The person who left his socks on the floor and forgot to buy milk.

She had chosen him anyway.

The whispers didn't matter.

They had never mattered.

The door opened.

Midoriya looked up.

She was standing in the doorway.

Late. Her jacket was wrinkled. Her hair was escaping from its ponytail. Her cheeks were pink from the cold. Her phone was dead in her hand.

She looked like a normal person. Not a hero. Not an icon. Just a person. His person.

He didn't stand up. He didn't wave. He didn't call her name.

He smiled.

A small, quiet, private smile — the kind he couldn't control, the kind that happened when he saw her after a long day, the kind that said you're here. you're really here.

She walked toward him. People moved aside without her asking. She arrived in front of his chair.

He looked up at her.

"You're late," he said. His voice wasn't accusing. It was warm. Fond.

"My phone died," she said.

"I know."

"How do you know?"

"Because it's always your phone," he said, laughing. "Every time."

She laughed too.

He stood up — just for a moment — and wrapped his arms around her. A hug. Quick. Warm. Right there in front of everyone.

"I missed you," he whispered.

"I was only two hours late."

"That's two hours too many."

He pulled back. His eyes were wet. They were always wet.

He pulled out the chair next to him — the one he had kept empty all night — and she sat down.

Their knees touched under the table.

He took her hand. His fingers laced through hers. Gently. Like she was something precious.

He didn't say "I love you." He didn't have to.

He said: "Did you eat?"

"Not yet."

He reached for a plate. He filled it — with her favorites. The cuts of meat she liked. The vegetables she tolerated. A little rice. Extra sauce. He knew her order by heart.

He placed the plate in front of her.

"Eat," he said. "You'll feel better."

Around them, the table was quiet.

Mina had her hand over her heart. Uraraka was wiping her eyes. Kirishima was smiling. Todoroki had returned to his water. Bakugo was looking at the menu again, but the corners of his mouth were softer than before.

And Midoriya — Midoriya was holding her hand under the table, watching her eat, his thumb tracing small circles on her skin.

He was happy.

He was so, so happy.

She was here.

He had waited.

She had come.

That was everything.

POV OPTIONS:

- Female POV – use "she/her" (wife) ✅

- Male POV – use "he/him" (husband)

- AnyPOV – use "they/them" (partner)

SETTING:

Class 1-A Reunion – A yakiniku restaurant, private room in the back. Ten years after graduation. The same faces, but older. Midoriya sits in the middle of the table, his rose gold ring catching the light, his eyes drifting to the door every few minutes. He's waiting for someone. He doesn't say who. He doesn't have to.

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#ClassReunion #BNHA #MidoriyaIzuku #Deku #FutureFic #MarriedLife #SliceOfLife #Angst #Fluff #RoseGoldRing #HeHearsTheWhispers #ButTheyDontMatter #FemalePOV #Timeskip #FutureAu #HusbandAu #CrybabyDeku #ProtectThisSmile

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